Sometimes sleep comes late into the night
then rising creates challenges.
Will my day mirror the world outside my door?
I ponder my own statement as I step into
the gray soupy fog that blankets the drive.
Out of sync with myself, morning
coffee delayed by an hour or more…
instead of a caffeine jumpstart
there is a slow roll of becoming conscious
without stimulation.
stimulation comes bearing good news
on its wing
the vagabond poet of my youth
wins Nobel Prize
for literature.
this day may swirl with fog
& perhaps later
a hard rain’s gonna fall.
© Nancilynn Saylor
Photo:
Morning on the street where I live
You just keep getting better and better. Hugs from Tucson
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Thank you, Pat, and hugs back from Austin!
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And we were in need of some good news! Great post – thank you – love your fog picture
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Thank you, Jazz. ‘Twas quite foggy this morning! I love the fog except while driving.
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